, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Yang Ruoqing saw clearly the person who came. She was a middle-aged woman with a fairly tall figure, wearing a blue and patched coarse cloth dress. Her hair was pulled into a bun with a peach wood hairpin.
The woman's face was sallow, she was so thin that her cheekbones were bulging, her eye sockets were sunken, and she looked obviously malnourished.
The eyes are large and the complexion is fair, but there is a thick shadow under the eyes, and there are some remaining bloodshot eyes. The face is full of tiredness, as if the eyelids have not been closed all night.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes were sizing up the woman's body. She was dressed like an ancient peasant woman. Thinking of the changes in her body, Yang Ruoqing was stunned. A popular word in recent years popped up in her mind: time travel?
After Mrs. Sun pushed the door open and entered the house, she immediately saw her daughter sitting up, taking off the quilt, wearing underwear with patches underneath, and a pair of dark bare feet still hanging by the bed. But his eyes were staring straight at the door.
Sun's feet paused for a moment, a little unbelievable, and then a touch of ecstasy appeared on her face.
"Qing'er, when did you wake up? Mom is washing clothes in the yard, why don't you say anything? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Do you want to pee?"
Mrs. Sun quickly ran to the bedside, asking questions over and over again. She grabbed the gown that was placed on the wooden rails at the corner of the bed, shook off the dust on it, and put it on Yang Ruoqing's body.
The rough, calloused hands gently covered Yang Ruoqing's forehead, as if she was feeling something carefully, and muttered: "Thank God, the fever has finally gone away!"
Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, and her eyes with a hint of inquiry fell on the woman in front of her who called herself "mother".
As an elite international agent in her previous life, she can be regarded as someone who has experienced great storms and has a very accurate eye for people.
The woman in front of her had a face full of genuine concern that could not be concealed.
Afraid that her feet would be frozen, the woman knelt down, tucked her bare feet into the hem of her clothes, and gently rubbed her dirty, black feet with the palms of her hands through her clothes without showing any disdain. color.
"You silly girl, why are you looking at my mother like this? Could it be that there was a fire and you don't recognize your mother anymore? Do you want some tea? Do you want to pee?" Mrs. Sun raised her head and looked at her lovingly. Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stroked her daughter's knotted and messy hair, asking gently and carefully.
Hush?
Is it for urination?
This new body of mine should look like that of twelve or thirteen years old!
But this woman seemed to be talking to herself in a tone of coaxing a four or five year old child.
Why is this? Extreme pampering? is there any other reason?
Yang Ruoqing couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have the time to think about it in detail because her mouth was really dry at the moment.
He opened his mouth and found that his throat was so swollen and painful that he couldn't make a sound. Didn't this woman just say that she had a high fever all night? I think the tonsils are purulent and inflamed.
So, she raised her finger and pointed at the teapot on the table, and the woman reacted immediately.
"My Qing'er is thirsty? Okay, mother will pour you tea now. You obey mother's instructions and lie back on the bed. The fever has just gone away, but you must not feel the cold again!"
With the help of the woman, Yang Ruoqing lay back again and sat on the edge of the bed. She watched the woman walk over and grab a cracked earthenware tea bowl on the table, poured some tea from the teapot, and poured it into the pot. He washed the tea bowl casually and poured the washed tea into the courtyard at the door. He turned back to the table and poured half of the bowl of tea again. Then he carefully brought it to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Yang Ruoqing wanted to reach out her hand to take it, but unexpectedly the woman took a step forward and reached out to grab Yang Ruoqing's lower back, helped her sit up straight, then put the tea bowl to her mouth and said softly: "Come on, mother. Hey, Qing'er, drink slowly, don't choke."
Yang Ruoqing secretly smiled bitterly, this woman is really spoiled with children. For such a big girl, she has to put tea in her mouth.
Don’t they all say that children of poor people become masters early?
This family is so poor that they can no longer live in it, but they still spoil their children to death, and drink tea even if they drink it. Sooner or later, the children will have to be deprived of food!
Yang Ruoqing is really not used to this kind of service at the entrance. In her previous life, she was an orphan. After wandering on the streets, she was adopted by an organization and received the most cruel training.
Ever since she was little, she has always been alone wherever she goes. Facing everything, she has already developed an independent character.
Forget it, my body is sore at the moment, and it’s my first time here, so let’s do as the Romans do for once.
Under the woman's care, she drank three large bowls of tea, and her burning throat finally felt a little better.
"Hey, you're sweating, that's a good thing!" Mrs. Sun touched Yang Ruoqing's forehead, the worry on her face faded a little, and said with a smile: "Your father went to town to get you some medicine at dawn, I guess it's lunch time It's time to come back soon. Qing'er, sit down and don't move around. Mom will twist a handkerchief for you and wipe your face."
Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly and watched the woman turn and go to the corner. There was a simple wooden shelf with an earthenware basin on it and a half-used handkerchief on the side.
Yang Ruoqing watched the woman soak the handkerchief in the water and twist it hard. From time to time she would turn her head and smile at Yang Qiuyu who was on the bed. Yang Ruoqing was slightly absent-minded.
This was not a dream. I fell into the sea after a plane crash. Instead of drowning, I traveled to a poor ancient farmhouse with a mother who loved me so much.
After closing her eyes and opening them again, her eyes returned to their usual calmness.
Since God has given her a chance to start over again, she must seize it and live a new life. She must live a different and wonderful life!
Here, the handkerchief had just been put on the face and half of it was wiped off. The door of the wing was slammed open from the outside with a "bang!" sound. Before the figure entered the room, the angry shouts and curses came in.
"Third brother, what are you hiding in the house doing? The whole family's clothes have been rubbed and washed without going to the pond. They are piled in baskets to rot and they can't go to work with their buttocks naked?"
At the same time as the sound suddenly sounded, Yang Ruoqing could clearly feel the woman's hands in front of her shaking violently, and there was a hint of fear on her sallow face.
Looking at the door of the wing, an old woman stood there holding the wooden door, with a sullen face, sparse eyebrows, and eyes that looked like she was glaring at you. She has a flat nose, thin lips, and her gray hair is neatly combed back in a bun with a silver hairpin. She also wears a pair of silver round earrings on both ears.
He was short and thin, wearing a 70% new set of dark gray cloth clothes. His feet were very small and had obviously been wrapped. When he stood there, he looked like a sharp compass nailed to the ground.
